Becknutt
Well-Known Member
I'mlosing Fluffy. I'm surprised she made it through the night and am trying to cherish every last moment with her. Fluffy is truely my "baby." I never was a cat person, until Fluffy. She touched my heart in a way no other living being could.
Fluffy is 15 years old. I have had her over 1/2 of my life. I was 14 when my mom agreed to let me "foster" her. She made it 14 1/2 years longer than the vets ever thought she would. She was the runt of an imbred litter of kittens. The vet did not expect her to last 6 months. She has always remained tiny, tipping the scale at just 6lbs for her entire adult life. She is nicknamed "The Queed of the Universe" and she really believes she is. I am the only human she has ever really cared for. She positively hates kids, and will only tolerate Robert. She always wants to be held, if I am sitting she is on me. She was the most adorable long haired orange tabby kitten. A true rarity since birth. Solid orange tabbys are predominantly male. At 6 months old she fit in the palm of my hand.
I feel like I am losing a piece of me. I've seen this coming for a while now, and I don't think I ever could have prepared for it. She has lost all body functions, she can not walk, she has not eaten or had a drink of water since Sat. She can move her head, and her breathing slows when I hold her close. I know that she knows I'm with her. When I have to set her down, her breathing gets more rapid and she "twitches." I am trying all I can to make her last hours as comfortable as possibe, I wish there was something more I could do.
Sheis notin pain, and I do not want to vet her, and have her pass there. I want her to be in my arms, where she is most comfortable. Fluffy has hadmany medical problems throughout her life, and has never liked the vet.
:sad:
She played "Mama" to our two other cats, when they were kittens. They soon outgrew her to be 3X her size.
"No I do not believe this laundry belongs to you. I believe it belongs to me"
This was Fluffys all time favorite box. It was just her size and I used to position it just in front of the heater vent.
In the sunshine
Fluffy is 15 years old. I have had her over 1/2 of my life. I was 14 when my mom agreed to let me "foster" her. She made it 14 1/2 years longer than the vets ever thought she would. She was the runt of an imbred litter of kittens. The vet did not expect her to last 6 months. She has always remained tiny, tipping the scale at just 6lbs for her entire adult life. She is nicknamed "The Queed of the Universe" and she really believes she is. I am the only human she has ever really cared for. She positively hates kids, and will only tolerate Robert. She always wants to be held, if I am sitting she is on me. She was the most adorable long haired orange tabby kitten. A true rarity since birth. Solid orange tabbys are predominantly male. At 6 months old she fit in the palm of my hand.
I feel like I am losing a piece of me. I've seen this coming for a while now, and I don't think I ever could have prepared for it. She has lost all body functions, she can not walk, she has not eaten or had a drink of water since Sat. She can move her head, and her breathing slows when I hold her close. I know that she knows I'm with her. When I have to set her down, her breathing gets more rapid and she "twitches." I am trying all I can to make her last hours as comfortable as possibe, I wish there was something more I could do.
Sheis notin pain, and I do not want to vet her, and have her pass there. I want her to be in my arms, where she is most comfortable. Fluffy has hadmany medical problems throughout her life, and has never liked the vet.
:sad:
She played "Mama" to our two other cats, when they were kittens. They soon outgrew her to be 3X her size.
"No I do not believe this laundry belongs to you. I believe it belongs to me"
This was Fluffys all time favorite box. It was just her size and I used to position it just in front of the heater vent.
In the sunshine
ray:Big hugs for you. :hug2:
